San Diego is the best place to ride if you like dodging debris. I always speed up when I see one the "Sanford & Son" trucks in front of me. You know the ones. For those of you too young to remember the series, you can catch it on TV Land. We get these old POS pickup trucks carrying a load of crap larger than the truck itself. If the load is secured by anything other than gravity, it is usually twine or bungee cords. I have had to dodge sofas, ladders, refrigerators, vacuum cleaners, rocking chairs, the tailgate from a dually that popped off right in front of me, and the ever so tricky plastic bags. The plastic bags seem to follow the void you create in the air stream. The only way to get by them is to hold your line and just as you are about to hit it, turn quickly and fake it out before it can figure out what you are doing. These bags are clever, but it takes a while for them to react to sharp movements.
One day I saw what looked like a bunch of paper blowing around on the freeway. As I got closer I noticed these things didn't seem to be falling the way bits of paper should be. When the first one hit my helmet, I realized it was bathroom tile flying out the back of a semi. All I could do was put my head down on the tank, split the lane, and hit the gas. I blew past him at triple digit speeds with tiles bouncing off of my head as the cars around me were swerving all over the road.
One day I saw what looked like a bunch of paper blowing around on the freeway. As I got closer I noticed these things didn't seem to be falling the way bits of paper should be. When the first one hit my helmet, I realized it was bathroom tile flying out the back of a semi. All I could do was put my head down on the tank, split the lane, and hit the gas. I blew past him at triple digit speeds with tiles bouncing off of my head as the cars around me were swerving all over the road.
